It was a 1952 Plymouth painted Crystal Turquoise

The car was big enough for a barn dance but was not cool at all for a seventeen-year-old boy. Nor was the car a chick magnet. And since I didn’t play football, that was strike two. Trading Up? When the transmission went out of the 1960 Ford Station Wagon, my Dad traded it and $100 for … Read moreIt was a 1952 Plymouth painted Crystal Turquoise

Fourteen Years Old with a Driver’s License

Do you remember, as a teenager, that feeling of freedom? Remember? It was the day you passed the driving part of the test to acquire your driver’s license. I admit I’m not sure what it means to today’s teens, but in the ’60s, it was everything. With driver’s education, you had to be 14 to … Read moreFourteen Years Old with a Driver’s License